Reading the title of this book, you might be trying to picture Jesus of Nazareth approaching Mary Magdalene in a brutish posture, leaning on a fig tree, quoting that famous line, “Come here and give me a kiss.” The mental image won’t fit, and yet somehow the entire right-wing evangelical movement was based upon making the Son of God into the image of a smooth-talking, boozing, womanizing, anti-communist hero of a glorious era when men were men and women were in the kitchen. At least according to the author. The book begins by acquainting the reader with John Wayne. The author casts no judgement on the state of Wayne’s eternal soul, however the point is made that Wayne wasn’t exactly an archetype of Christ. The author goes further to point out that Wayne never even served in the wars he portrayed, nor did he necessarily hold the beliefs or political posturing of the books and memes he is often attributed to. Rather, the evangelical rig...